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Chance and Probability Bob at Tiananmen Square

Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 6:02 am
by unseentangerine
“Clankity clank I'm a tank!” declared Chance. Bob stood opposite him, motionless. They were playing Tiananmen Square again.
With a mighty blast of air, a saucer descended to hover just over their heads. A noble, yet strange looking being emerged from a seamless aperture in the craft and with a voice like rushing waters said, “We come with gifts of peace and . . .”
Chance swiveled his straw turret and launched a volley spit balls at the alien's face.
“Ack!” it cried.
The human saliva burned through its skin like acid.
Bob stood between them and waved his shopping bags.